Tears
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Jan Oskar Hansen
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Tears
When I was young
I cried for no one I drowned my sorrow
In pride of being dry- eyed.
And inside of me a dam of tears not shed
I had a dog she lived to fourteen I borrowed
A spade and dug her deep into the soil.
The dam busted.
For days I cried for my parents, siblings,
The dog and all those
I loved so deeply but never said I did.
Old now I cry easily when seeing children and animals
Being harmed
And it pines me to know
This is the way of the world and no God
Around the corner to save us.
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